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Break stuff!! Limp Bizkit
It's just one of those days Where ya don't wanna wake up Everything is f**ked, everybody sucks. You don't really know why But you wanna justify rippin' someone's head off No human contact And if you interact your life is on contract Your best bet is to stay away mother f**ker! It's just one of those days! It's all about the he said she said bulls**t I think you better quit lettin' s**t slip Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip It's all about the he said she said bulls**t I think you better quit talkin' that s**t It's just one of those days Feelin' like a freight train First one to complain Leaves with a blood stain Damn right I'm a maniac You better watch your back Cuz I'm f**kin' up your program And if you're stuck up You just lucked up Next in line to get fucked up Your best bet is to stay away motherf**ker! It's just one of those days! It's all about the he said she said bulls**t. I think you better quit lettin s**t slip Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip It's all about the he said she said bulls**t I think you better quit talkin that s**t, punk So come and get it I feel like s**t My suggestion is to keep your distance Cuz right now I'm dangerous We've all felt like s**t And been treated like s**t All those motherf**kers, they want to step up I hope ya know I pack a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way I just might break something tonight Give me something to break I pack a chainsaw I'll skin your ass raw And if my day keeps going this way I just might break your f**kin' face tonite Give me something to break Just give me something to break How 'bout your f**kin' face? I hope you know I pack a chainsaw, what? I hope you know I pack a chainsaw, a mutherf**kin' chainsaw, what? Some and get it It's all about the he said she said bulls**t. I think you better quit lettin s**t slip Or you'll be leavin with a fat lip It's all about the he said she said bulls**t I think you better quit talkin that s**t So come and get it |
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Fred Durst singin'!! |
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Kill u!!! Eminem!
When I was just a little baby boy My mamma used to tell me these crazy things She used to tell me my daddy was an evil man She used to tell me he hated me But then I got a little bit older and I realized she was the crazy one And there was nothing I could do or say to change her Cause that's just the way she was They said I can't rap about being broke no more They didn't say I can't rap about coke no more (Ahh) Sl*t, you think I won't choke no whore Till her vocal cords don't work in her throat no more (Ahh) These motherf**kers are thinking I'm playin' Thinking I'm sayin' this s**t 'cause I'm thinkin' it Just to be sayin' it (Ahh) Put your hands down b**ch I ain't gon' shoot you I'mma pull you to this bullet and put it through you (Ahh) Shut up, sl*t you're causing too much chaos Just bend over and take it like a sl*t, ok ma Oh, now he's raping his own mother, abusing her Worse snortin' coke, and we gave him the Rolling Stone cover? You're goddamn right b**ch, and now it's too late I'm triple-platnum and tragedies happened in two states I invented violence you vile, venomous, vomital b**ches Vain, vicadin, vrin-vrin-vrin Touch this chainsaw, left his brains all Dangling from his neck while his head barely hangs on Blood, guts, guns, cuts Knives, lives, wives, nuns, sl*ts B**ch, I'mma kill you You don't wanna f**k with me Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a sl*t to me B**ch, I'mma kill you You don't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef You better kill me I'mma be another rapper dead For poppin' off at the mouth with s**t I shouldn't have said But when they kill me I'm bringin' the world with me B**ches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me I said you don't wanna f**k with Shady (Cause why?) Cause Shady will f**kin' kill you (Ha-ha) You don't wanna f**k with Shady (Why?) Cause Shady will f**kin' kill you B**ch, I'mma kill you Like a murder weapon I'mma conceal you In a closet with mildew, sheets, pillows & film you F**k with me, I've been through hell, shut the hell up I'm try-na to develop these pictures of the devil to sell them I ain't Acid Rap but I rap on acid Got a new blow torch and just had a strap-on added Woops, is that a subliminal hint? No! It's criminal intent, to sodomize women again Eminem offend? No, Eminem'll assault And if you ever give it to him you'll give him an impulse To do it again, then if he does it again You probabaly end up jumping out of something up in the tents B**ch, I'mma kill you I ain't done, this ain't the chorus I ain't even drug you in the woods yet to paint the forest A bloodstain is orange after you wash it three or four times In a tub but that's normal ain't it Norman? Serial killer hiding murder material In a cereal box on top of your stereo Here we go again, we're out of out medicine Out of our minds, and we want in yours Let us in Or I'mma kill you You don't wanna f**k with me Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a sl*t to me Bitch, I'mma kill you You don't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef You better kill me I'mma be another rapper dead For poppin' off at the mouth with s**t I shouldn't have said But when they kill me I'm bringin' the world with me B**ches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me I said you don't wanna f**k with Shady (Cause why?) Cause Shady will f**kin' kill you (Ha-ha) You don't wanna f**k with Shady (Why?) Cause Shady will f**kin' kill you He-heh Know why I say these things Cause ladies screams be creepin' in Shady's dreams And the way things seem, I shouldn't have to pay these shrinks These eighty g's so he can say the same things tweece Twice, whatever, I hate these things F**k shots, I hope this weed'll outweigh these drinks Motherf**kers want me to come on their radio shows Just to argue with them 'cause their ratings stink? F**k that, I'll choke radio announcer to bouncer From that b**ch to all seventy thousand pounds of her From the princapal to student body and counseler From in school to before school to outta school I don't even believe in breathin' I'm leavin' air in your lungs so you can keep screamin' For me to seep it Okay, I'm ready to go play I got the machette from OJ I'm ready to make everyone's throats ache You faggots keep egging me on Till I have you at knife point then you beg me to stop? Shut up, give me your hands and feet I said shut up when I'm talking to you You hear me? Answer me Or I'mma kill you You don't wanna f**k with me Girls leave, you ain't nothin' but a sl*t to me B**ch, I'mma kill you You don't got the balls to beef We ain't gon' never stop beefin' I don't squash the beef You better kill me I'mma be another rapper dead For poppin' off at the mouth with s**t I shouldn't have said But when they kill me I'm bringin' the world with me B**ches too, you ain't nothin' but a girl to me I said you don't wanna f**k with Shady (Cause why?) Cause Shady will f**kin' kill you (Ha-ha) You don't wanna f**k with Shady (Why not?) Cause Shady will f**kin' kill you Ha-ha-ha! I'm just playin' ladies You know I love you |
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Eminem |
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Eminem & Dre Dre!! Forgot about Dre!!
Y’all know me Still the same ol’ G But I been low key Hated on by most these n****s with no cheese No deals and no Gs No wheels and no keys No boats, no snowmobiles and no ski’s Mad at me ‘cause I could finally afford To provide my family with groceries Got a crib with a studio and it’s all full of tracks To add to the wall full of plaques Hangin’ up in the office in back of my house like trophies But y’all think I’mma let my dough freeze H** please, you better bow down on both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees Who you think brought you the oldies Eazy-Es Ice Cubes and D.O.C.s The Snoop D-O double Gs And a group that said, “Motherf*** the police” Gave you a tape full of dope beats The bomb when you stroll through in your hood And when your album sales wadn’t doin’ too good Who’s the doctor they told you to go see Y’all better listen up closely All you n****s that said that I turned Pop Or the firm flopped Y’all know the reason Dre ain’t been gettin’ no sleep So f*** y’all. all o’ y’all If ya’ll don’t like me, blow me Y’all are gonna keep f***in’ around with me And turn me back to the old me Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips Just a buncha gibberish And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips Just a buncha gibberish And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre So what do you say to somebody you hate Or anyone tryin’ to bring trouble your way Wanna resolve things in a bloodier way Then study your tape of N.W.A. One day I was walkin’ by with a Walkman on When I caught a guy givin’ me an awkward eye Should have strangled him off in the parkin lot with his Karl Kani I don’t give a f*** if it’s dark or not I’m harder than me tryin’ to park a Dodge When I’m drunk as f*** right next to a humungus truck in a two car garage Hoppin’ out with two broken legs tryin’ to walk it off F*** you too, b****, call the cops I’mma kill you and them loud a** motherf***in’ barkin’ dogs And when the cops came through me and Dre stood next to a burnt down house With a can full of gas and a hand full of matches And still weren’t found out (Right here) From here on out it’s the Chronic 2 Startin’ today and tomorrow’s the new And I’m still loco enough to choke you to death with a Charleston chew Slim Shady Hotter then a set of twin babies In a Mercedes Benz with the windows up When the temp goes up to the mid 80’s Callin’ men ladies Sorry Doc but I been crazy There’s no way that you can save me It’s okay go with him, Haley Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips Just a buncha gibberish And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips Just a buncha gibberish And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre If it was up to me, you motherf***ers would stop comin’ up to me With your hands out lookin’ up to me like you want some’in’ free When my last CD was out you wadn’t bumpin’ me But now that I got this little company Everybody wanna come to me like it was some disease But you won’t get a crumb from me ‘Cause I’m from the streets of (Compton, Compton) I told ‘em all, all them little gangsters Who you think helped mold ‘em all Now you wanna run around, talk about guns like I ain’t got none What you think I sold ‘em all ‘cause I stay well off Now all I get is hate mail all day sayin’, “Dre fell off” What, ‘cause I been in the lab with a pen and a pad Tryin’ to get this damn label off I ain’t havin’ that This is the millenium of Aftermath It ain’t gonna be nothin’ after that So give me one more platinum plaque And f*** rap, you can have it back So where’s all the mad Rappers at It’s like a jungle in this habitat But all you savage cats know that I was strapped with gats When you were cuddlinh a cabbage patch Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips Just a buncha gibberish And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips Just a buncha gibberish And mothaf***ers act like they forgot about Dre Nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got some’in’ to say But nothin’ comes out when they move they’re lips Just a buncha gibberish And motherf***ers act like they forgot about Dre |
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Eminem hangin wif Dr Dre an some other guy! |